His fingers crept to the button of my pants, and I felt it release just before I heard the distinct sound of the zipper as he slid it down. My pants hung open at my hips, but hemade no move to remove them; he just danced his fingers along the band of my cheeky briefs.
I arched my back, eager to find some relief for the ache that had settled low in my belly. Heat pooled in my core, and I was desperate for any contact. When he slipped one leg between mine, I pressed into him, and only igniting the fire between us further.
“Please, J.”
“Soon, baby.”
I whimpered in frustration, eliciting a chuckle from him.
“So greedy,” he said. “God, baby, I’ve got you.”
He slipped my pants below my hips and pressed me to sit on the bed just before dropping to his knees. Slipping my pants off, he placed the back of my knees on his shoulders.
“Remember the first time I was on my knees for you? You drove me crazy that day, and I’m just as crazy for you today.” His lips pressed short, light kisses up my inner thigh, his nose running along the seam of my panties, giving me barely enough pressure. “What happened to your panties then?”
“I lost them.”
“Say goodbye,” he said just before I heard the fabric rip. The cool air brushed against my flesh for a moment before being replaced by his hot breath. His tongue swept through my folds, circling my entrance before sliding up towards my clit and sucking it into his mouth.
“J—fuck.” God, his mouth drove me wild. He sucked, swirled, and adjusted his pace as my legs quivered on his shoulders. His eyes never wavered from mine. He dipped his tongue inside me and circled his thumb on my clit as I rode his face, bucking into him as I sought more.
The pressure built, and as I got close, he backed off, keeping me on the edge. His tongue flattened against my clit. Two fingers sliding deep inside, slowly pumping. The slow friction had me climbing fast, begging him for release. When he found the place deep inside me, I expected him to bring me right to the edge once more, but when he quickened the pace, I pulsed around his fingers, my orgasm beginning low and deep, the pressure building fast and hard. I screamed as I came, just as a flow of liquid released from me.
A pool of moisture darkened the comforter as I stared in amazement. “Did I?—?”
“Squirt? That you did.”
“Did you, um, like it?” Should I be embarrassed? I couldn’t have stopped it even if I had tried.
“I fucking loved it. You?”
My answer whooshed out, “Yeah.”
He smiled and buried his head back between my legs, trying to get me to do it again. This time, when I came, we watched together in awe as fluid rushed out of me. “Fuck, baby. That’s one hell of a party trick.”
We laughed together, eyes meeting once more, just before the moment turned serious again.
“Inside me. Now.”
His pupils were blown wide with desire and the last bit of control he had snapped. He stood, hands flying to his belt as he rushed to undo it. His pants slipped down to the floor and he kicked them aside carelessly.
I reached out, palming the bulge in his boxers, feeling a patch of wetness where he had leaked cum. When I went to slide his boxers down and leaned in to taste him, his steadyhands pressed my shoulders back on the bed. He slid my body back until he could cover me with his body and settle between my legs.
The length of him sliding against me, the lubrication from my arousal blending with that of my orgasms. I slipped my hand between us, guiding him into me.
He stilled, taking a few short breaths, but even while he was trying to slow us down, my body urged him forward until he lost control. His hips bucked with a frenzy, but his gaze was steady as he was unable to tear his eyes from mine.
God, I loved watching him like this. Taking and giving. As the pressure built low in my core, I could sense that he was struggling to hold back.
“Let go, J. I’m right there with you.”
He swore, his own release rushed through him, triggering mine. Fuck, watching my man fall apart inside me, over me, with me, was enough to make me fall even more deeply in love with him.
As we lay in bed still joined, I stared at him. “You’re my favorite person, Jonathan. So much more than a best friend.”
“You’re my favorite person, too.”
FIFTY-SIX
